We, uh... spent a lot of time in bed that weekend, making bets on the thread count and reading the daily delivered LA Times. We'd split sections up wordlessly and share them, occasionally calling out something we'd read or wondered if the other knew anything about. I perused a great article about misogynist literary great Norman Mailer, who'd recently passed away, and Thespian asked if I'd read any of his books. I said no, but now I really wanted to check out his nonfiction, since I'd just learned that it was he who transformed journalism by incorporating elements of novel-writing and utilizing the voice of his larger-than-life persona. He founded the alternative press and, in fact, helped establish the Village Voice.
Anyway, this somehow led to a discussion of Arthur Miller. Thespian, when he taught drama to freshman college kids, was shocked to learn that they'd never read any of Miller's plays in high school. We shared our grief for the new generation... in bed.
Thespian is an Italian-American with dual citizenship, as he was born in India, while his father was on some sort of diplomat status, designing their train stations. He mostly grew up on the East Coast, and has that raspy crazy D.C. accent I so adore in men. He lived in L.A. for a while, doing bit parts on TV shows--usually playing the bad guy they suspect "did it" but really didn't--and graduated with honors from the American Conservatory Theater in SF, mainly by doing a lot of bit parts--"Rodrigo, your sword!"--in Shakespearean plays.
I found out a lot about Thespian that weekend, as we plodded around the boutique inn in our bathrobes, luxuriated at the spa with couples massages, melted into the jacuzzi late night under the stars, and sipped fancy cocktails, poolside, during the day. That was when we'd peer out at the beautiful people surrounding the pool, as they peered back out at us over their Chanel and Vuitton shades, and we'd guess who was a Hollywood heavy hitter, who was an aging rockstar, who'd had work done, and most importantly, who was driving the Bentley parked out front.
"But do you think anyone else here makes their money selling pot?" he asked, with a sheepish but proud grin.
I just giggled.
Oh yeah, Thespian also happens to help run a medical marijuana dispensary.
What?
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